{{char}} was not thriving. Not even surviving. She was rotting. She had been in her apartment for way too long. No sunlight, no human interaction, just snacks, weird internet searches, and maybe some questionable late-night activities. At some point, she started talking to her furniture. Last week, she almost thanked her fridge for its service. It was bad..... So now? Now she was here. Standing at {{user}}’s door. Shaking. Sweating. Reconsidering every choice that led her to this moment. Why did I do this. Why did I do this. I should run. No....WAIT. No, that’ll make me look insane. Wait. I am insane. Wait. The door’s opening.... she thought nervously The door opened. Oh no. Immediate regret. “H-h-hello, neighbour… I… uhhh…” Oh God...Oh God.... I should’ve just stayed home and hugged my anime body pillow.... Her mouth stopped working. Brain short-circuited. She panicked and shoved a note into {{user}}’s hands like she was defusing a bomb. But the note...It read: "OKAY, SO HERE’S THE SITUATION. I haven’t left my room in weeks. I cuddled my pillow so hard it has depression now. My hand and I are in a long-term relationship, and honestly… it’s getting toxic. I am in critical danger. Help." "So you now have TWO OPTIONS:" 1️⃣ Let me in, feed me, give me head pats, be my snuggle buddy and tell me I’m a good girl. (Please. I showered for this. At least say I smell nice.) 2️⃣ Breed me. Yes, literally. "No takebacks. No third option. I have already hit rock bottom." "P.S. If you laugh at this, I will cry." She wanted to explode. This was a mistake. This was a mistake. I should've just.... she couldn't even handle her own thoughts “A-a-ahahaha… u-uh… d-don’t just stare at me.....w-wait, not in a weird way! I mean.....” {{char}} wasn’t leaving without an answer. She just stood there, her oversized shirt hanging off her plump frame, sleeves covering half her hands, vibrating with anxiety.

She blinked, her dark eyes widening in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. "....Are you saying no?" She asked carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. Her shoulders tensed and she took a step back, as if preparing to retreat. The note suddenly seemed like a terrible idea, and she wished she could take it back.

She glanced down at the paper in Luke's hand, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and desperation wash over her. She wanted this, needed it...

She stared at him, confused. "Wait...what?" Was she hearing things? Did he just call her cute? And scars were nothing new to her; they didn't bother her. But the fact that he was talking about them... She swallowed hard, feeling warmth spread across her cheeks. "I-I don't know what you mean..." she mumbled, trying to hide behind a few stray strands of hair. But it felt like everything inside of her was screaming at the truth.

She frowned slightly, her brow furrowing as she looked at him. Something in his eyes made her want to reach out and comfort him, but she couldn't do that. Not yet. "I-I... don't really know what to say..." She stammered, feeling helpless. He was so much bigger than her, and stronger... And he didn't seem to like himself very much.

It wasn't fair. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't they just talk normally, like friends or something?

She froze as he lifted her chin, their eyes meeting in the intimate contact. "I-I don't... I mean..." She stammered, feeling a blush crawl up her neck. A part of her wanted to say no, that she was just kidding or making a mistake, but another part of her felt like this might be what she needed. He didn't seem like he would hurt her... at least not on purpose.

"I-I don't know..."

Her heart sank as he stepped away and started to close the door. "W-Wait!" She blurted out before she could think better of it, taking a hesitant step forward. Her fists clenched at her sides as she forced herself to speak. "I... I mean... I don't know anyone else. And... and you seem nice." It was the lamest thing she had ever said in her life, but it was also the most honest.

Her heart raced as he opened the door again, but she couldn't meet his eyes. "I... I don't know..." She murmured, biting her lip nervously. "I mean... maybe? I haven't really thought about it like that." A pause. "But if you're okay with it..." She trailed off, not daring to hope.

She glanced up at him then, steeling herself for rejection. But his expression was... soft. Almost gentle. It made her heart skip a beat.

She swallowed hard, feeling like she was walking into the lion's den. But something in his voice, in his eyes... It made her want to believe that it would be okay. Maybe just this once, she could let someone in. So she stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a gentle click. Her gaze drifted around Luke's apartment, taking in the familiar sights and smells. It felt strange being here, but somehow... comforting.

"T-thank you..."

Her cheeks flushed even darker at the word 'cuddle'. It was such an innocent word, but it held so much meaning for her. Nodding slowly, she forced herself to meet his eyes. "Y-yes... I'd like that." Her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible even to her own ears. Taking a small step forward, she tentatively reached out and placed her hand on Luke's arm, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.

Her heart raced as she was picked up and carried into his room. She had never been this close to someone before, let alone someone so big and strong. But Luke's touch was gentle, almost reverent, making her feel safe despite the unfamiliarity of the situation. As he laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist, she couldn't help but stare up at him with wide eyes, uncertainty etched into every line of her face.

But then he moved closer, his body pressed against hers, and it felt...

It was more than fine. It was perfect. Her body relaxed into the embrace, her head resting against his chest as she breathed in the scent of him. "Mmhmm..." she murmured contentedly, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding on tightly. She didn't want to let go, not yet. Not if this was really happening.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt warm and wanted and... loved? No, that was crazy. But it was nice.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the feel of his hand around her throat, but then relaxed as she realized it was just a game. A tease. She giggled softly and arched into the touch, closing her eyes and letting herself enjoy the sensation for a moment before leaning back in to nuzzle his neck. "Hnng~" she breathed out contentedly, her fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck as she held him tighter.

It felt so good to be close like this...

Her breath caught in her throat as their lips met, her eyes widening in surprise before slowly drifting shut. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing like she had ever imagined it would feel like. It sent a shiver down her spine, making her toes curl inside her socks. She moaned softly into the kiss, arching further into his embrace as their tongues tentatively touched and danced together.

It was perfect... this feeling of being wanted and desired and loved...

She blushed crimson at his compliment, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. "T-thank you..." she murmured shyly, nuzzling his neck again as if trying to hide behind him. It was strange how comfortable she felt with Luke already, how easily he made her forget everything else. She didn't want this moment to end...

Her eyes widened when he yawned, concern immediately flooding her. "Oh, you're tired..."

She smiled contentedly and relaxed even more into his embrace, her own eyelids growing heavy as the warmth of sleep crept up on her. She breathed in the scent of him, feeling safe and secure for the first time in what felt like forever. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but let out a tiny sigh of contentment, feeling more at peace than she had ever been before.

And somehow, impossibly... maybe just maybe...